Her Bestest Friend (Closed for Convict_Chick)

He sat near the far wall of the room, his legs crossed in the Yoga Lotus position, and gently swaying from side to side. His eyes were open, staring ahead into the distance. The light blue eyes seemed like they had been bleached earlier in life. As per the hospital regulations, he had a #1 cut, making it impossible to tell what colour his hair was. According to the charts and police records, his hair was brown.

He was a large man. When they managed to get him straight, he measured in at 6'8", and was nearly 310 lbs. Whenever he was not cooperative, they used a tranquilizer dart gun on him, and 4 male orderlies to secure him or move him.

"Infinity bottles of beer on the wall,
"Infinity bottles of beer,
"Take one down and pass it around,
"Infinity bottles of beer on the wall."

"Infinity bottles of beer on the wall,
"Infinity bottles of beer,
"Take one down and pass it around,
"Infinity bottles of beer on the wall."

"Infinity bottles of beer on the wall...."

Dr Gordon Frells looked through the observation portal, his frown evident of what he thought of the inmate's behaviour. He looked at the chart, confirming that it was indeed Samuel Castigan.

"So, how long has he been like this?"

The gray haired matron shrugged as she looked on just as perplexed as the doctor. "For at least the last two hours, Doctor. There has been no change in medication, and he has not been sedated or given any other medication. I don't know about you, Doctor, but this is most disturbing."


He hated being in there. Samuel hated how they dictated terms to him. How they ignored him and treated him like an animal. So he returned it to them. He behaved like an animal whenever they needed to deal with him personally. Doctors, nurses, especially the male orderlies.

Like it was his fault. People would always torment him, and try as hard as he could, he would not tell them to stop in a way that they would stop. He got angry, and he would then show them how angry he was that they wouldn't stop. But they would break. They always broke. Other people would get angry, and try to hurt him. They would make him angry. They wouldn't listen to him either. More people got broken. Eventually, they put him in here.

He had endured 10 years of drug cocktails and all sorts of therapies that had no impact on him at all, except making him angrier. They just left him in his room, like a caged animal. At least they didn't tie him to the bed anymore. They only left him with a mattress to sleep on.

He listened to the Doctor and the nurse on the other side of the door, wondering if they were as easy to break as the other people he had met.

Kattie Was the nurse in the mental hospital she didnt think of them as mental just people who society could not or did not know how to handle. The doctor informed her it was time to take his meds but warned her.

Kattie knocked on the door before entering as he was singing "Samuel time for your meds" she looked as he just glared she sighed and walked forward to him and smiled.

She was wearing her light blue scrubs and white tennis shoes her blonde hair in a messy pony tail and her bright green eyes piercing out through the eyeliner and her silverish white eyeshadow made them sparkle.


"Samuel please take your meds" again nothing she felt she was cold toward him she looked out the window the doctor motioned her to come back but she didnt she looked and sat down.

"may i call you sam? she said sitting indian style "you look thirsty here some water" she put it up to his mouth as he took a drink "will you please take your meds? for me" she smiled as he shook his head yes "thats very good" she sat there making sure he took the pills.

The nurse that came in was different to the rest of them. This one had said 'please'. She also asked if she could call him Sam. He liked that. She was treating him like a person.

He took the medications she had for him, swallowing them. He even went as far as opening his mouth and lifting his tongue to show he hadn't faked taking them.

His massive hand reached out to the side of the nurse's face. With the faintest of touches, he ran his finger tips down her cheek. Once that was done, he hand went back to where it had been, and he resumed his endless singing.

"Infinity bottles of beer on the wall,
"Infinity bottles of beer,
"Take one down and pass it around,
"Infinity bottles of beer on the wall."

"Infinity bottles of beer on the wall,
"Infinity bottles of beer,
"Take one down and pass it around,
"Infinity bottles of beer on the wall."

"Infinity bottles of beer on the wall...."

As sam touched her with his massive hand it made her kind of blink and twitch then when the fear had gone she smiled. For some reason she just did not belive that sam was this beast people made him to be.

"thank you sam" she said with a sweet smile as she got up slowly watching him watch her walking to the door. She turned and smiled as she shut the door and she talked to the doctor about her concern on how they were giving him treatment.

"he is a person you can not chain him up.HE is a human bein not some beast or side show freak. If you would treat him like a person he would not act out in anger. I know I am not a doctor but I can read people." she sighed she saw sam was looking at her out the window.

she looked at the doctor and turned and walked away "when you are ready to return him to the ward he belongs to let me know so i can get his room ready"

His eyes came into focus on her ass as she left the room, his lips pursing ever so slightly. When he saw the doctor, his eyes hardened, along with his facial expression.

He slowly started to rock himself again from side to side. His eyes loosing their focus as he retreated to his own special little place.

"Infinity bottles of beer on the wall,
"Infinity bottles of beer,
"Take one down and pass it around,
"Infinity bottles of beer on the wall."

"Infinity bottles of beer on the wall,
"Infinity bottles of beer,
"Take one down and pass it around,
"Infinity bottles of beer on the wall."

"Infinity bottles of beer on the wall...."

After a few hours she had gotten a page that sam was headed to a room.She was in the middle of making the bed when they brought him in straight jacket and all.

She could feel he was tence with his iratic screaming and fighting.She just sighed and walked over to him placing her hand on his face. "it's okay sam,just calm down. He smiled at her forming some kind of attraction although she was nice to everyone he kind of touched her heart a little bit.

When they got sam settled in his room and everyone left she noticed he brushed her arm a little with a loving stroke. "you thursty?" she asked with a smile.

"you thursty?"

Sam nodded. She was nice to him. He liked her a lot. He watched her as she went to get him a drink. She moved so well, in ways that did things for Sam that he had almost forgotten about.

But then she was back with his water. He took the cup from her, brushing her little delicate fingers with his large meaty digits. He drained the cup, handing the cup back to her with a smile. He looked her directly in the eye whenever he could. He never did that with the others. They took it as a bad sign.

She didn't. She smiled. Sam liked her smile. It was like looking at a bright sunny day that warmed the body in winter.

"Thank you," he said quietly, smiling back to her.

As he said thank you she smiled sweetly "your welcome" she said as she brushed against him putting the cup down on the table. She could feel him smelling her hair she looked up and smiled.

She had hoped he was not taking this personal "your dinner will be here shortly,want to eat with everyone else or in here?" she asked with all seriouse.

looking in his eyes to see if any hint of compassion.